Or in the words of the birthday girl's
mother: 'a germ infested hell hole'.

(insert shiver down spine here)

That it is my dear. Even more evident
when a four year old young lady warned me not to go on the jumping castle because
'there was wee on it'.

'Oh darn it' I groaned as I put my
shoes back on. I only came for cake and the jumping castle.

I have always likened play centres as
the adult equivalent of a drunken pub crawl – lots of unruly
behaviour, too much alcohol..oops I meant sugar, fried food, lots of
bumps and bruises, fighting then cuddling because you can't remember
what you were fighting about in the first place, then concluding with
an array of tears and a long long nap.

Asleep.

Whilst he is out for the count I'm off
to disinfect my clothes, my hair, the pram, nappy bag, my clothes
again..and so on and so forth.